Articulated below are reflections and convictions precipitated, mulling over the most important questions as a human being - where did I come from? what I'm I here for? where I'm I going?

Friday, June 22, 2012

The winter is past, the rains are gone

Do I have love enough within to love You to my hearts fill? Like a well with water almost dried up, I feel so barren. How will I give to those who come to draw from me water for a drink?

My kneeling and praying does not fill me much. The words I speak to you has no resonance. My sins weigh me down. Handles and hooks that lead me to wretchedness surface everywhere I lay down to rest. I feel them to be more real than you Lord, though I know they are like mirage that actually not there. Help my week vigour and zeal. My bones so frail they cant help me stand and hope, I stumble and sway off to fall. I need a helping hand, would you reach out my lovely one?

I hear my love, see how he comes leaping on the mountains, bounding over the hills, My love is like a gazelle, like a young stag. Come then my beloved, my lovely one come. For see, winter is past, the rains are over and gone. [Song of songs: 2: 8-10]